I’ve been thinking about plasticine. I’ve been remembering the smell. The colors. Blue in particular, how it stained my fingers and left little clouds on things when I stamped it – on the pages of my “notebook,” the fridge, the kitchen table. I can’t describe the smell to you. I’m sitting here to think, but I can’t come up with much beyond “rubbery” or “faintly petroleum.” And those don’t exactly cut it.
If I were still teaching reading/writing/grammar in a classroom every day, I would print this out poster size—with color, texture, and perhaps scented ink—to hang on my wall. Thank you, Alexa.
If I were still teaching reading/writing/grammar in a classroom every day, I would print this out poster size—with color, texture, and perhaps scented ink—to hang on my wall. Thank you, Alexa.
This is a perfect commentary on the present! My god, what we are losing. I do sound and feel like a dinosaur. You write so very well, Alexa.
Lots to think about here. I had not thought about teenagers (or myself, for that matter) using phones to form memories without smell or taste. Ugh.